On the Edge

I’ve never researched anything quite as hard.
Not for school or how to take care of my yard.
I know this is what you want deep down.
So I ate up every piece of research I found.
And practiced on myself, I had to make sure it was safe.
I was careful to hide your eyes from the chafe.
Now I must admit that the nerves are strong.
But now’s not the time to show them, as you’re on the bed in a thong.
Your hands are above your head but I haven’t covered your eyes.
You need to take in my brand new toy’s size.
A big knife is removed from the drawer.
You can’t really tell how sharp it is or the ideas I have in store
For you tonight.
You are a blank canvas for my delight.
I kiss your lips.
And then the blindfold slips,
Over your eyes, stuck in the dark.
Lips move to your ear where they park.
“Don’t move an inch.”
“Now’s not the time to flinch.”
I hiss this most sacred command.
I wait for your nod, you better not misunderstand.
And then I move over you.
The knife hovers over too.
I can sense your fear.
As the sharpness runs near.
First it works against that thong.
It won’t be on you long.
I hook the knife along it and soon you hear a rip.
I tear the rest away from you, the start of our little trip.
Now the knife wants more.
It’s time to go on a tour.
It runs slowly over your arm.
Your hair shoots up in alarm.
Up and down it strokes.
A constant poke.
Is it making a mark?
You can’t quite tell in the dark.
I could eat your fear in that minute.
It would fill me up to my very limit.
Now the metal is running over your tit.
That breathing increases just a little bit.
Your chest is starting to heave.
The coldness is such a tease.
I move it along your breast.
Soft and slow, the ultimate test.
“You’re doing so good, darling.”
There’s an edge to my voice, it’s almost snarling.
The knife moves off your skin.
Where will you feel it again?
On your outer thigh it moves.
Feeling every little groove.
And now a prick.
And I’m not talking about my dick.
This one draws blood.
A trickle, not a flood.
I complete the stroke with a flourish.
I can tell your thigh is going to nourish.
My sick thoughts and desires.
They’re burning hot like a fire.
I reach up and remove your blindfold,
The eyes that look back at me are worth more than gold.
I make you look at your thigh.
You let out a loud sigh.
And I lean down to drink.
No time to think.
I lick it all up.
Your thigh is the best cup.
And then seal the mark with a kiss.
Looking up at you in bliss.
I admire the x on my new favorite treasure map.
My mind is stuck in this devious trap.
I snap out of it and move back up to you.
My lips need to make contact with yours, it's true.
I lean in and brush my lips against yours.
We’ve opened so many doors.
So much more I need to explore.
With you, the one I adore.